I found this on another site. It made me cry because I know that sometimes my son is with me this way. I'm sure others here have felf the same.

Ghost


I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep. I could see that
you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.

I whispered to you so softly as you brushed away a tear, "it's me, I
haven't left you- I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea. You were
thinking of the many times your hands reached out to me.

I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore. I longed
to take your parcels; I wished I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care. I want to
reassure you that I'm not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house as you fumbled for your key. I
gently put my hand on you; I smiled and said, "It's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let
you know that I was standing there.

It's possible for me to be so near you everyday. To say to you with
certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, and then smiled, I think you knew. In the
stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over now. I smile and watch you yawning. And say "goodnight,
God bless, I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush
across to greet you and we'll stand side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be
patient, live your journey out. Then come home to be with me.


~Author Unknown~

<small>[ August 11, 2004, 03:50 PM: Message edited by: cherise ]</small>

Cherise, I am so very sorry about your boy. My own boy [age 18] was killed 4 years ago so I know what you are going through.

Just know that while it will never go away, it does get better and you are not alone. God Bless ya,Cherise.

Thank you, Melody. It is hard to live each and every day without him now. Losing my child has been the most devestating thing to ever have to survive. Heck, surviving cancer was a cake-walk in comparison. <img border="0" alt="[Teary]" title="" src="graemlins/teary.gif" />

<small>[ August 11, 2004, 04:21 PM: Message edited by: cherise ]</small>

Cherise,

I don't know you but I am so very, very sorry for you and your family. I can't even begin to know your pain. Your beautiful son has no more pain, he is with our Father, but you and your family must go on without him.

I cry for you, and for Melody, and for WAT, and for all the others who have lost a child.

I don't know that I could go on as you have, and I pray that your grief will be softened by the loving arms of those around you. And that the same will be true for your sons dad, and your sons siblings.

I am so sorry,

Weaver

That was a bueatiful poem! I am so sorry to hear about your son. He is with you in spirit....always will be!
God Bless!

hugs and prayers,

and strength.

Cali

hugs and prayers,

and strength.

Cali

cherise - Hope you are able to get through this. Compared to the losses others have suffered, losing my WH is nothing at all.

Thanks everyone. And believer... losing your DH can be as tramatic. My son died by suicide. He had just graduated from college had 2 very small babies, 1 1/2 and 2 monthes and a 2 3/4 year old step-son. They had moved for his new job. Almost a 1,000 miles away from his family and friends. Closed on their new house 2 weeks before. The stress and pressure was too much.
But, I know alot of people here have had experiences with loved ones after they were gone where they have either seen them in dreams or have had weird (not truly) bur good, experiences that have shown this loved one was truly still with them. Such As.
The day after my sons' funeral... I hadn't slept and got up to fix breakfast for all his friends. They were asleep, so I ran to the store for purchases of all I thought I would need to feed this mountain of boys. Before I left the house of his best friend, I went out to the patio. I sat and cried wishing he was there and remembering all the times I cooked for all these friends in the past.
Well, I have always been fond of birds. I am an avid bird watcher. And as I was sitting there a bird suddenly flew to within a foot of me and sat on the umbrella table and just looked at me. I was frozen. Remembeering all the years of showing him the hummingbirds and all. And then it started singing, and even though my heart was breaking and tears were falling, it did not leave me!. Well, in a few minutes Starbucks showed up with coffee and pastries (donated) for all. But, I never will forget the love I felt from that one little bird who seemed to understand. Does that sound nuts!

Cherise,

I believe that they do stick around for awhile until you are somewhat at peace.

I lost my parents and grandma all within eight months. And for months I really wanted to die too. I would lay in bed at night wishing I was dead, and then I would dream of my parents. In my dreams they were so real, unlike other dreams. They would comfort me in the dreams & after this horrible depression ended for me, the dreams stopped. I still have occasional dreams of them, and I treasure the dreams because it brings them back for awhile.

When we came home from my dads funeral my daughter renamed all her dolls and stuffed animals either Pat or Jim (their names). It was really strange to have every thing in the house named Pat & Jim, but it helped her.

Thanks all for the special words of love and compassion! I still feel my son daily, and I am sure I always will. I know there are alot more stories out there of people who also still feel the love of ones who have pssed. Won't you share?